[David's, usually, a nice guy. Usually. Or he tries to be. So he nods and slips off to the bathroom. He takes a quick shower and when he returns he was already half dressed. He does have to haul his t-shirt back on when he comes in, and he heads for the fridge proper to get his leftovers out, this time a stir fry, and returns to the bed.]
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Move over some. I've earned a chance to lay down.